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I Forget

in a vision talking vast things enraged in the mind of what once was and what shall be could


not find solid ground for somewhere to be more and more being taken away from me it is as


if these walls move hardly they do talk, unless, spiraled thumbs make gypsy earthquakes for


the spirits to walk upon it was just a moment ago that i heard a bee buzz by my ear sitting


here thinking bullet points and listing off more than enough doubts and far far away many


a question in the brain pulling on the cords of heart strings playing straight the grimoires


crooked mastery plucks notes handwritten cursives burden shaking at the stalks the stem


when it is I shall eat it then, these words, spilling forth from broken hands far too old these


ancient things tapping away just to keep time from getting to the centre being couldst eye


for thee number them all for each quickly now found out how to be nought and furthermore


how to move around a dashing curved blade swinging from the rope straying at the weight


while the dance continues on without me somewhere far far away in a place i will never be


twirl away and twist the gate made for the date a cage of flames i swear when i saw that


there that image created by a photo always taken just for the sake of creation in and of it


the self, that there, i said, ah, finally found out exactly where we left it then, that living soule


privat privvy to onslaughters of senses exploding like seasons corrupt all at once and o so so


dramatic to the touch where it is that sound that sound that sizzled ice melts at the thought


what, heart, what more bitter a taste than every place sat preparing the table set for a candle


and wherefore unto the match! how striking it is the lightning it hits and, before we knew it


there there, that flame arisen, sitting there at the table of forbidden fruits marked for sin and


left for chaos, let the ashes settle it and charge it to the spines torn from each the books laid


open wings empty words speaking fluent meadows eternal spring forever flowing into all so


meander the meadow doll, pluck the roses guts to each thy hearts delightful thought, for a


word so engulfed in flames i couldn't make out the textual circumfrance of a spiralling name


made out to be masked as a theif jumping clean off the chair tilted by the heel of the muddy


boots, left track marks all along the entire carpet, I see it, there is the proof and at the noose


the bell rings the mechanism lifts from the button pressed beneath the right leg in the back


crashing through the glass that gypsy man that princely fiend! madness ensured to be there


in on one of these the endless pages torn from out each the books piled round the corpses


three from the baskets spilled the gems them, all jewels alike, all shining from the fire made


it is a cruel design this the carpet, twas like a labyronth for the face deep placed neatly upon


the mantle pieces of the memory breaking up the glass menegerie couldst get lost in all the


shining reflections made like colours furiously invigorating the paint spilled greyscaled shift


held by the foot hanging at the precipice whilest that wicked fiend that monk in monks robe


pulls out the carpet from beneath the jewely lay all light beams shimmering in angles display


feathered out the spread of it thick like painted drip from dropping through the open door


in the floor, how, you feind, you absolute fool! that key, that scene, the painted masses are


drowning in their tears, all the diamonds covered blood inspired wine rings on the fire red


from lighting the edge of the manuscript i said it! i say it again, there is a place I know where

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